MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)

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JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE

The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.

For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

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First Memory - last 48 hours

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"Night, Lele," you call out into the empty lobby space as you and Satoru head to the lifts that'll take you up to the flight deck.

"Goodnight, Miztrezz," the synthetic female voice of the porygon says, emanating from the inbuilt speakers that allow Lele to speak to you wherever you are. You jab the button at the same time as Satoru snaps off a two figured salute behind you; the leather jacket squeaks, indicating it's new or dragonhide. It could be both. He did go to Blackthorn last week with several of his friends and the whole subregion's the place to find dragonhide products. The city itself is the best place, what with it being the capital and all. 

You absently recall a photo with Lance from years ago and grin to yourself.

"'Va?" 

"Nothing, just recalling when I got the Rising."

"Didn't that take you, like, two times?" 

"Did not!" You huff with a glare. Never mind you very nearly hadn't gotten the badge in one go. Dragons were no joke. "And you know it." 

"Yeah, yeah!"

You roll your eyes. At least you didn't take as long as he did to get the badge. 

The lift doors ding open and you both enter, Satoru jabbing the button for the flight deck with more force than needed, Senna's pokeball in hand already.

"You got that in Fusube, yeah?" you ask as you turn to face him.

He blinks. "Wha? huh?"

"The jacket," you say, giving him a once over. Birds, but he looks good in the blacks and browns, with subtle dark blue accents and bronze buttons. Maybe you should start thinking about putting a band on him, before the Oaks decide he's better served as political leverage. He's Kazuko, Unmarried, and twenty-five...  A small civil thing, maybe?

But he's an Oak... You can think about it later, and ask his mother about it. For all you know they consider him married already. 

"Mmm." He spins Senna's 'ball on his finger with a half-smirk. "It was a steal."

You blink, cock your head and he grins, jumps the 'ball in the air then catches it as he rakes a hand through his hair. Show off, you think as beams, like some sort of model in one of those hair care commercials. "You like?"

"You look cute," you say with another look over, drinking in the details. Gods. He looks good in leathers, but then again, he looks good in anything. From the purple shirt he wore back as a young teen to tailored kimono to wet shirts, to jeans, slacks, cargo pants. He made everything look good, and the leather just makes it all the more apparent. A bit like he's stepped up his game. "It suits you."

"Thanks, Leaf."

There's no bite to the foreign word, yet you still flip him off out of habit. He barks out a laugh and you grin despite yourself. "Shut up, Blue!"

His answer to that is to poke his tongue out and you roll your eyes. Yet you wouldn't have him any other way; he's perfect as he is and you love him for it. You spend the rest of the shortish ride up making sure the earpiece is secure, that Roro is strapped into your pocket, your pokegear is under your own jacket, and wondering if this means he has a new harness for Senna. That if he does, would it match what he's wearing? Probably. Boys are a bit like that after all and you know Satoru pays attention to fashion.

Cool air washes over you as you exit the lift and step out onto the flight deck behind Satoru, boots echoing on concrete. In the setting sun, his leathers gleam and you can see the faint scales. 

The stitch work is blue, not black like you'd first assumed and you know that pendant of his gleams a vivid blue in a reminder of its origins as a water stone.

"Hey," you call out as you both head towards separate wooden platforms at the centre of the roof. "What dragon's that from?"

"What, you want one too?" He calls as your boots hit wooden stairs.

"No," You retort, boots heavy as you climb the stairs, Wingthing's premierball in hand by the fifth step. "Just curious. Doesn't look like hakuryū."

You know what dragonair leather looks like. That isn't it.

"'Cuz it's not," he calls back once he's reached the top and you scowl. Cheater. He took the stairs two at a time. 

It's enough to make you forget the follow-up question as you hurry to catch up, taking the last few in a run. He doesn't have to make everything a competition, damn him. Yet, you feel a little better as you watch him unball Senna and then duck as the adult pidgeot half flares her wings as she settles into her new location, talons digging into the wooden decking.

His own fault for being so close to the giant bird. You are, at this point, pretty sure Senna has a corviknight in her lineage, given she's nine feet tall, seven at the shoulder. At least she's a true adult. 

Maybe you shouldn't blame your boyfriend, given you do the same thing when you unball Wingthing. Not that you're that close and Wingthing's wingspan isn't as big as Senna's, but habits.

Whatever. Focus on your predator, not his. "Hey girl."

You are calm and confident as you walk up to the aerodactyl, whose nostrils flare as she takes in her new surroundings. Even having seen her grow from a tiny baby more wing than body, Wingthing is still a sight to see. A scaly, grey 'dinosaur' with wings that stands close to six foot at the shoulder, she is a towering apex predator of a pokemon. Intelligent, too, but all reptiles are and you know her crocodilian eyes track you. Her nostrils flare again as she takes in your scent and you grin.

Gods, you love her, even if the amber was obtained under deceit. But that's neither here nor there and but one of many secrets you'll take to the grave.

You offer a hand, and then there's a gentle nose butt and, a low, growl-like purr. You rub her nose with a soft 'easy, girl. That's it,' and check the harness at the same time, never mind you put it on a mere ten minus ago. It's a basic, but sturdy, leather riding harness with metallic green buckles you know like the back of the hand, but safety first, always. Safety and making sure she's happy and settled and ready for the flight.

You know she has been since the harness went on, but you need to be sure.

"Yo! Leaf! You ready?" You blink and glance towards the voice to see Satoru already mounted on Senna, the pidgeot shifting as she readies to take to the air. "Or you too busy oogling your 'tera?"

"Gimme a sec!" you call back, trying not to huff. You were not oogling her, you were admiring her. There is a difference. Anyway, the only one you want to oogle is your boyfriend.

"K~!"

"Si'en," you whisper with an eyeroll, and Wingthing lowers herself to the ground rumble-purr. You clamber up with well-practised ease and belt into the basic tether-and-belts attached to the harness, then pull down flight goggles as Wingthing rises.

"Tsu," you say as you lean forward, hands fisting around the harness for added stability.

And then, you take to the air with a whoop of delight, and, even knowing that your idiot of a boyfriend is in the air before you doesn't matter.

This is your time now; just you and him and as you bank left towards the Dragon Mountains, you hear him in your ear:

"Wanna go hunting?"

Your face hurts from the grin. "Sure!"